Life

O the first wind of spring..
Fragrant and light..
With you I soar..
On that blue sky..
Life.. beautiful it is..
Fresh like a drop of dew..
Bathed in its own freshness..
I too take a dip..
Into nature's soul..
And come out..
Rejuvenated !
Moments to live..
Within this life..
Years to breathe
Not in days..
But in seconds each..
Life, you flow on,
I am there with you..
Each moment anew,
That I renew,
My lease with you !

~Manjuri~

Poem Of Childhood !

When I was young, I use to wonder,
Why papa cared for ferns, for I ,
Thought, they weren't very tender!
Papa use to understand, from my eyes,
What's hidden there, what in them lies,
He use to lift me up and hold me tight,
Whisper, 'sweetheart, spring will be gone,
Strong winter shall just come in, and then,
My dearest one, my garden will have roses none,
My garden then shall have you, and these fern!!


~Manjuri~

Dupe !

Oh You !
A God I thought,
Much above me..
But Oh me, foolish me..
You are not even
A human enough..
A God, how could you be ?
God I know not..
Have seen not any..
Man I know..
I did see..
You, among many !
Good and bad that make us up..
Little lies and half-truths..
And a soul pure enough..
To go on tearing all cores..
But that too you did not have..
Faith, trust smile from far ?
Talk of love, and I would say..
No, I have seen none ever.
Few days of illusion..
Love .. ? Ah I smile.
World is small..
Days long to go..
One day if I meet..
I shall ask..
No... No answer do I seek from you..
Tired Am I of all that falsifies..
But in your eyes, I shall read..
All your dupes and lies !
Before I leave, Oh world..
Let me say something..
All along I had written on love..
My poems of love..
Today I write a new one..
My poem of half-truth.
Another sun shall rise tomorrow..
And this day shall end..
But this world shall not be same..
Never, at least, for me, again !

~Manjuri~

Lighted

In this fragrant aroma of evening mist,

Light a candle outside, and wait..

A winter evening came in again..!

Let your breathe make the flame tremble..

Let my breathe help it to settle back..

Entwined spirits, smoky souls..

Let words go unsaid, this evening !

~Manjuri~

Tomb Of Words !

A poem, clad in feeble words,
Wants to escape from my soul..
Ashamed it is, of its own structure,
Lacklustre, dull jumble..
Of some haywire words..
My poem, poor poem..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

In the azure evening,

When first star appears..
On the northern sky..
And the far off lamps ..
Stare at me, with blinking eyes..
And I sit to pen.. a poor poem...
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

When the evening deepens..
And my soul settles on ..
A goblet of old wine..
And poem dances in my soul..
I try and gather my tattered words..
My heart breathes free, Oh poetry..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

Morning when I come in terms..
That my breath is still on..
I stretch my arms, out of the window..
Fill my palm.. with morning mist..
I sit alone.. with caffeine and to-do list..
Again a storm of words sweeps, a poem...
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

Then by noon.. I know again..
A day had come.. only to depart..
I stare at the foggy horizon...
I a shadow, not that I exist, nor am I gone..
Again I sit and search YOU, far and near..
And smoky eyes, blur my ink.. my poem..
Neither comes out well..
Nor leaves me alone !

~Manjuri~

Suspended Silence !

The notes of music, same as before,
Touches no more the chord of my heart..
The colours and their spread on my canvas..
Same as before, but touches no more my eyes..
Those drop of dew, sparkles as before...
But they attract no more my lens..
Breeze that blows over my bough, same as before..
Touches no more my naked skin..

Alive outside, dead within..

I, only like before listen to the silence..
A silence that has frozen in our untold words..
A silence, that hangs everywhere !

~Manjuri~

Still..

Do you read my poems,
To erase pain with pain?
Do you alloy in my lines,
To survive and to sustain?
I know, you still wait for me,
Its you, who still go numb,
As you hold a drink at night,
And read to say, 'it's a poetry'?
You fear, my lines may bleed,
As you, with smoky eyes read,
Some words, in the chest of time!
Still wait to read the last line,
Where I say, where I still say,
In spite of all, you are still mine..
Yes, somewhere within me...

Beyond my speculation..

Away from all calculation..

You still remain mine !